There was a pack nearby, he could tell as much by the strong scents that littered around the border. Not that he cared much about these borders as he danced over them, as if testing the limits of how long he could do it before another wolf showed up to reprimand him about crossing borders. It was pathetic how long he had been traversing over the borders without a hint of some kind of patrol or guard to demand who the hell he thought he was, dancing on their borders like the dark coated male was doing.
A small laugh left him as he thought of his own family, knowing that as soon as the whiff of a newcomer was near their borders, a patrol of wolves would have already been sent there to greet them and ask them what they wanted. This pack either didn't have the numbers or simply just didn't care about their borders, apart from making sure others knew it was there. It mattered little to him, because he was having fun regardless. It wasn't his fault after all, if they were lazy.
With his feet musing up the leaves and branches underneath him as he pranced along, Dread continued on with his zigzagging path over the borders, dancing this way and that as he laughed like the yearling like he was meant to be.